In a glen in a forrest
A forrest of old
That in it's time of youth
Whispers of magic were uttered
In the middle of the glen
Two weeping willows stand alone
Two trees that have grown as one
Their branches intertwined
Embraced in a lovers hold
Keeping eternal watch
Over the graves of two young lovers
That broke all the rules
In order to be together
They died an early death
And lost their time together
The trees are a honorarium to their love
The trees are a reminder of this love story
Standing against the testament of time
Keeping watch over lovers
The greatest love story that 's ever been told
The story of a gift of nature
To give them the time they should have had
This is the story of Tristan and Isolde
Two weeping willows stand alone Two trees that have grown as one Thier branches intertwined Embraced in a lovers hold Keeping eternal watch Over the graves of two young lovers, , , , , , , , , , , , , legacy of love awes curved in stone youth of love yet redounds to green...........wonderful story of a love carved over the emblem of green yet reminding the very turning truth of love as old as stone, still riffles in silhouettes of alienation falling apart, yet passionately poignant, wrought ingenious by imagery,10+++, thanks for sharing
i love the tristan and isolde story.. and youve captured its essence wonderfully
i like this poem.. it shows and tells of a God-appointed bond.
nicely written, and spoken.expressed so beautifully.i like reading your work.keep it up jen-you're my true poet at heart
I love it. i think it tells a great love story and the way you wrote it was great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another poem of yours that i lke, i like the way the two lovers and the two trees are compared, i would like to know who Tristan and isolde are